The Thirteenth Moon Characters

This thread will be for PC character sheets as well as background on NPCs the heroes meet along their adventures. The first post will be updated from time to time with new allies and villains for handy reference.

Minor Change Shape (su): Changlings have the supernatural ability to alter their appearance as though using the disguise self spell that affects their bodies but not their possessions as a full round action.

Natural Linguist: Add Speak Language to your list of class skills for any class you adopt.

Brad is a Sharn native, who grew up surrounded by criminal elements. As a youth, he was a thug who helped in several robberies and shakedowns. However, he came to see this an an immature, foolish lifestyle, and vowed to become a law abiding citizen. This required an escape from his old identity, which he accomplished easily enough thanks to his changeling nature. He tells no one what his original name was. He currently works as a bouncer in a popular tavern, and sometimes acts as an informer for the city watch as he still blends in with criminals, but is seeking better work - perhaps as an inquisitive, someday.

His preferred appearance is that of a tall, dark-haired human male. He uses this most of the time, but he also has developed a few other personas, such as a 'mean-looking' half-orc male called Bront (who sometimes is 'called in' to 'back him up'), and a short 'friendly looking' blond-haired human woman called Mindy.

Berrent, Human Rogue

Berrent grew up with his family in Aundair in a life that was more sheltered than he realizes. His dad has a successful career in House Orien's lightning rail business. He had a career promised to him working for his dad, but he wants to prove he can take care of himself. With little more than the clothes on his back and the gold in his pocket he hopped a train to Sharn (free thanks to his dad's position, of course). Once there he made contact with House Orien (so they could send a message to his parents than he made it) and went into business as a problem solver.

Dorius Del Dalian

Background

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Dorius Del Dalian was raised in the gnomish capital of Zilargo, the son of a printer working at Khorvaire's premier newspaper, the Korranberg Chronicle. Like all parents, his wanted a better life for their son, and so they arranged for Dorius to learn to read. He grew up running errands between the Chronicle offices and the print house, and now that he's come of age, he's decided he wants to see the world, and make a name for himself as a famous investigative reporter. After securing a contract to sell Exclusives to the Chronicle, Dorius hopped the lightning rail to Sharn, looking forward to starting the new year in a new city ripe with stories to be sensationalised…

Physical Description

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Dorius is a well-dressed and meticulously groomed gnome, with the wide-eyed curiosity typical of a newcomer to Sharn. He has a wide face, dominated by a typically bulbous gnomish nose, large brown eyes and wide smile, all framed by neat, closely cropped dark hair and a fastidiously sculpted beard. He wears a loose white shirt open at the neck, gathered in by a white waistcoat, and brown trousers tucked into sturdy leather boots. He wears a suit of studded leather armour under his clothes, and a dagger is tucked into his boot. A leather satchel is slung tightly over his back, containing a bugle and a crossbow along with all his writing material, a heavy cloak and other adventuring gear. A simple sword hangs at his hip from a heavy belt.

Dear Diary,
Tonight is my first night in my own place. For the first time, I finally have the change to strike out and make a life for myself. Ok, sure, it’s only Dragoneyes, but it’s better than High Walls. My father doesn’t agree. He’d rather stay there in that prison. He tells me it’s not like that anymore but I remember. I’ll never feel safe there. Oh here? Yeah, it’s safe enough, I’m good at making friends and as long as I don’t get on anyone’s bad side it’ll be fine.

Guess I should introduce myself. In case, we have another war and someone in a hundred years finds my diary under the ruins of Sharn. My name is Alise Nita. I was born and grew up in Cyre, now known as the Mournlands. I grew up during the war of course. Everyone did. Anyone alive who hasn’t known war is too young to talk about it.

My family managed stay largely clear of the war largely. My father being a craftsman ran a business in Kalazart. Then one day, when I was about 12 or 13 years of age, my father got a bad feeling about our home. He couldn’t explain it, said he didn’t know, just said we needed to move to Sharn. Now, let me note my family has always had “the gift.” That’s what my grandmother called it when I was young. She said my father didn’t display much of it but I had more of it. I guess more on that later.

Anyways, my father, he left his business behind and moved us to Sharn, in the middle of a war.
We made it safely to Sharn but he never did find work. We survived for a year or so, till finally my mother couldn’t take it anymore. She left for Cyre. We never saw her again. I like to believe maybe she got out, some people did. Maybe she got swept up into the Karrnathi military. Or the tall bride of some halfling warlord in the Talenta plains. I guess it’s better than thinking about the alternative.

Why didn’t I go? I guess I always could tell that he know what he was talking about. My “gift” has always been to read people and make friends easily. So I stayed with him. Of course the city guard didn’t share my trust, a foreigner without any explanation why he came to the city. So we wound up in the slums of High Walls. Guests, without permission to leave.

Bless the Host, this diary entry turned out stunningly more sad than I had expected.
So time to cheer it up, the war is over now, we are free to come and go as we please but my father stays there because of the friendships he has made. So here I am looking for work and out on my own.

Oh and I’m going to the New Year’s celebration tonight! 998 is a new start. Here’s to a good one.

Children can be cruel, especially if the target of their cruelty is weak. Nadia is weak and has had that target on her all her life. Her parents prayed to the gods that she be gifted, while they taught her to be good-tried their best. The even used every bit of coin and influence to get her in an academy. She prove either stubborn or just not that intelligent. Probably both. Now it is time to let this bird out of the nest and see if what she has been taught has stuck. Gods know what that gift might be.

What she did not tell them was that she had done things. To other kids, during her teen years. They, the other kids in the academy, thought her haunted, a witch, cursed. The last one she wasn't so sure it was wrong. One time, in frustration and fury she flung some sort of arcane power at a kid for being a bully- turned his skin green and his hair orange. Only lasted for about an hour, but the other kid will remember that for life.

While this family lives in the Karrth district of Sharn, Nadia's father left his home land, Karrnath, in anger and disgust over the practice of necromancy when two of his brothers were raised as zombies, after being killed in battle in the last war, to work in the royal farms.

Her temper always got her in trouble, it did run in the family. She had abilities that caused people around her to fear her, She controlled the fey some said. She did not control the fey actually, it was the capricious nature of the sideh and what THEY did!

to keep her mind on things of this world she learned to carve on bone and whale tooth. It was a family art called scrimshaw. It helped, usually-until a fey one animates the carving making it go running around the room.

Soranda does not know who her birth parents are. She was left as a baby on the steps of a temple of the Sovereign Host. The clergy at the temple had no desire nor resources to raise a child so they brought the newborn to a young devout childless couple. The man and his wife, Duran and Lorsanna Aurenz, operate a small tailor shop in the town of Ardev.

Soranda grew up a devout follower of the Sovereign Host just like her adoptive parents. As she grew older, she told her parents she wanted to join the church to repay them for everything they had done for the family. With her parent's blessing, Soranda set off to join the clergy of the church of the Sovereign Host.

Within a matter of months, it was clear to the elders of the church that Soranda, while eager to learn, did not have the aptitude to join the clergy. She was too eager to use violence when angered or when she felt someone had been wronged. They decided to take advantage of her natural tendency to want to protect others and offered her the opportunity to study martial arts in one of their monasteries. They explained to her that some of the monks travel with members of the church to protect them from bandits and others. Soranda thought this sounded good and agreed to join the monastery.

Now, 7 years later, Soranda left the monastery to travel with a few others to the great city of Sharn. There, they would continue their training with a new mentor. On the way ro Sharn, the caravan she was traveling with was attacked by bandits. Soranda and her fellow students helped fend them off. Unfortunately, a fellow student named Aana Thorn was severely injured and near death. The other members of the caravan were able to stabilize her condition until they could get her to the city and to proper medical care.

Soranda will never forget that day. The bandit leader wore a bright red cloak. She vowed to ensure he was brought to justice for his crimes one day. Additionally, something miraculous happened that day during the attack. One of the bandits shot her with an arrow. She was certain she had been seriously wounded but somehow, the arrow had failed to pierce her skin more than a fraction of an inch. She was positive the Host was looking out for her. When it happened a 2nd time during the attack, she felt a small burning sensation near her left breast.

Later that night, she stripped off her tunic in private and noticed a strange mark above her left breast. It looked somewhat like the tattoos she had seen on some of the travelers back home but different. She was concerned about it at first but then decided it must be a sign from the Host.

Eventually they reached Sharn where she stayed at the temple for a brief period of time until she could get a small place of her own in the Overlook district.